Emotions and health, is there a connection?

For me there certainly is a connection between my emotions and my health. The weekend I got home from vacation I spent an entire Sunday in bed feeling dreadful.  It was one of the worst headaches I'd had in a long time and it took me down.

Last week was good.  I got a lot of catching up done at my office and even took my instructor education and had a nice evening out with dear friends. 

I'm busy. unusually busy for this time of year. I haven't complained about being busy since 2006. I considered it a lesson learned. But this morning I woke up with the crud.  I was away from my office yesterday and I had calls to return, a counter offer that came late last night to present and no Christmas gifts wrapped yet.  Not even kidding. 

I drug myself to the office. Sprayed lots of lysol, stayed in my office to protect everyone else and came home early.  The good news is I have a terrible case of the crud.  Chest congestion and a hacking cough accompanied by a headache. I've been up and about since around 8 p.m. Donald made me soup, then he had to go to bed because he has to be work at 3:30 a.m.  He asked if I needed him to set the alarm for 11 so he could wake up and take the puppies out. Yes, I am married to the husband of the millennium. 

I am currently waiting for the rain to lighten up a bit so I won't get soaked when I take the puppies out. It was pouring at 11 which is their usual time and they are patiently waiting because they can hear the rain. I just took my nighttime dose of meds standing at my kitchen sink. 

There sitting in the window is my heartache feel bad why I'm sick. Tomorrow I'll make that phone call.  Traveling on the way home from vacation I got a heartbreaking call.  A client that I did a CMA for last month and had a wonderful long talk one afternoon passed away and I got a call telling me. The day I was over there to check out his house I pinched off a piece of wandering jew. Of course that's not the scientific name. I actually had to look up tradescantia fluminensis.  And I'm not going to remember it either. It made my heart happy to read it's a invasive regenerating plant. That was Bobby's little way of letting me know he's on the other side and well again. No more Colan cancer, no more brain tumor.

The roots of the cutting grow like the roots of our friendship went very deep.

He became my client in the spring of 1997. He became my friend then too.  He brought his grandson with him to look at property and my daughter was about his same age. And before I move on to getting over this crud and making that call tomorrow I want to share my very favorite Bobby Pass story. It was a few weeks after he bought his lake house and he was here for the weekend with his grandson and called me up and said "Grandma, do you and Abigail want to go to dinner with me and Michael?" We did. At dinner the waiter came to the table and Bobby looked at him with a straight face and asked if they had fried chicken lips. The waiter went to see.  We would have dinner together many more times after that and every single time he'd ask. I miss him.  

I'm glad he's regenerated with a new healthy being.  I look forward to seeing him again some day.